[i][b]POV: Kaden[/b][/i] [i]I entered the bar, the humdrum stopping for mere seconds as they observed me. My Tactical combat boots and Modern shirts were a stark contrast to the old, ragged cloak I wore. My hood was up, but small tufts of my jet- lack hair spilled out from under it, resting barely above my crimson eyes. I strode up, the Tap, Tap, Tap, of my feet slowly fading out of audibility as the noise and activity continued. I sat down in your immediate right, ordering an ale. [/i] "You look worse for wear, partner." [i]I state, my voice even and calm. [/i]